While we were in the land of ridges, mesas, and spires, Shyla had to wear her boots a lot. Otherwise, the rocky world would have left her with sore paw pads.
The boots accentuated Shyla's gait. She was often airborne.
Or airborne with her mouth open!
It's just amazing how many photos I found in my library of her levitating.
She also really likes to kick her hind paws up in the air when she's wearing boots.
She generally doesn't like boots. She wears them only in the desert and when it's colder than -5°F here. However, you'd never guess that she hates them based on her goofy gait.
When she wore boots in the desert last spring, she was still adapting to her anti-seizure drug (phenobarbital) - a process that stole her spunk and hard-won confidence. This time, she was much more at ease with the boots.
The only worry is that we just discovered that her blood levels of phenobarbital have fallen out of the ideal zone. We're trying to decide whether to increase her dose and go through the adaptation all over again (ugh) or wait to see if she has a seizure. I am wondering if her high level of spunk recently is because she has less phenobarbital in her blood. I hope not.
Ah, I wish that we didn't have these worries and decisions to make. Regardless of what happens, I'm very glad that she had this phase of being so joyful, spunky, and being able to fly!